I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

I had that goshawful nightmare, the other night--the one with the snakes and the tornadoes attacking me--now I know what it was foretelling: My company that I work for is biting the dust, soon. I will be in the ranks of the unemployed. I'm so screwed! I felt this might happen--this company is very flighty, very slip-shod with training, and benefits and such...basically, you could see the people in charge, running it into the ground. They've already eliminated or shifted jobs from the business-to-business section. Yet, the dipsticks are still hiring! They let people go, and then they hire people--stupid!

God, doesn't life just suck for some of us? I've been trying for months, to find either a better job, or a part-time job..nothing. Without a car, and with my recent disability from the accident, and my lack of Excell/accounting ability, I'm pretty much **** outta' luck.

I've been spending the past week, surfing for online jobs--but, the few legit jobs, that don't want me to pay for the privilidge, don't really pay off for at least 6 months or a year--not a practical solution, not by a long shot.

I don't know--can't make ends meet with a low-wage job, no way. But, I mostly don't qualify for high-wage jobs. Damned if I do, damned if I don't.

Ah well--so what, right? Not your problem. I just am stuck, no help for it. A bottom feeder. It's the worst feeling in the world, when no one wants to hire you--or, the ONLY one's that do want to hire you, are for the worst possible low-wage jobs, that no one in their right mind, wants. It doesn't do much for one's ego or positive outlook on life, let me tell you...

I've heard, since a gay magazine voted him sexiest Doctor, some people question Mr. Tennant's..erm...gender preferences.

Well, here's proof that he's a straight guy:

He's carrying a man-purse.

He's wearing a maroon velvet blazer.

He talks with his hands.

He plays with himself.

He...erm--he...ummm--

Didn't get much sleep--worrying about the electric now--and my apartment still looks like a tip--as it often does, when I work these blasted spilt shifts. Gah!!! I miss working 9 to 5, M-F, sometimes. Not that I mind, really, the crazy hours and flipping weird scheduling--I mean, heck, it ain't like I have any plans or anywhere else to go, is it?

Let's face it, for me, having my "plans" ruined, literally means I can't go to the laundromat or grocery store, as planned.

I wish this city had a decent museum or something--or that I had the time, energy and money to go to Saratoga Springs or Lake George for an afternoon. I mean, there are galleries here, private one's, and the Hyde--a museum featuring world-class art and some period furnishings. They had some Picasso sketches on display, as I recall, a few years back. But having been to so many museums, in Albany, NY, Manhattan--and lost track how many historic homes and local museums in NY state. Plus, Cambridge and Pittsfield and Williamstown (The Clark--a fine art museum with many works by great artists), plus MassMOCA (modern art), in Massachusetts, The rijksmuseum and other small museums (one with bog bodies, which was cool) in the Netherlands, and of course, the Cairo Museum---Glens Fall's museum--meh. I mean, who goes into a museum, and says, "Hey! Let's do a whole display around back yard living through the last 100 years! We can have lawn mowers and lawn chair displays, and lots of really boring pictures of gardens!" YAWN!!!

Okay, it's not as bad as Lake Luzerne's "Pulp Mill Museum" in Mill Park--literally, a small wooden shed with a mill stone and lots of black and white photos on the walls, and some old guy relating the history of making paper pulp, in a monotone. Whoo-hoo! Now there was an exciting day out. Next stop...the slate museum in Granville! Ohhhh!

It's overcast and chilly, this morning, 54 F (12 C), going to warm up a bit, later, tho'.

Just got a look at my drabble story from last night--day 32... (she winces)---bleh! I was very much more than half-asleep when I wrote it, and seriously, you can tell. Well, it's no big deal. At least I wrote something.

Gah! I feel like I'm a schoolkid again to day--I don't wanna' go, ma! I'd give anything, sell my soul, to just sleep in, this morning. I suck--totally suck--at selling these memberships..hate it with a passion! But, I've had loads worse jobs than this.

Off to do some stuff before work. Cheers.

I'd just gone to bed, was trying to sleep, when something woke me...my kitchen light was on--but...it had been off not five minutes ago! Then, it started turning on and off and on, of it's own volition! What the heck??? That's not good, for an electrical thing, is it?

Being that I'm slightly pyrophobic, that's worrying me, now. What if there's a fire--especially while I'm away? I no longer have insurance--and...okay, it's stupid to be scared and worried over a ceiling light turning on and off by itself, isn't it? But..I am...I am even shaking slightly, even tho' I know that's stupid.

Well, the apartment's a mess--funny how messy it can get in the space of three days, isn't it? Anyway, tho' I'm completely exhausted, I'll have to stay up and clean--and lose a day's work, waiting on an electrical guy (at 1.00am do not expect me to be able to spell "electrictian")

I got the Accord story done, at any rate. But Gosh, I'm ready to drop. Why me!?!

1. You've taken your kids trick-or-treating on Halloween, during a snowstorm.
2. You only own three spices- salt, pepper and ketchup.
3. The mosquitoes have landing lights.
4. You have more miles on your snowblower than your car.
5. You have 100 favourite recipes for venison, 25 for wild turkey, 10 for bear, and 5 for roadkill.
6. The local Hardware store on any Saturday is busier than the toy stores at Christmas--especially if it also sells fishing worms, guns, livestock feed and ammo.
7. You think sexy lingerie is tube socks and a flannel nightie with only 8 buttons.
8. The local paper covers national and international headlines on l/4 page, but requires 6 pages for sports.
9. You and your buddies spend a lot of time bragging about your chainsaws.
10. Your snow-blower gets stuck on the roof.
11. You think the start of deer hunting season is a national holiday.
12. You frequently clean grease off your barbecue so the bears won't prowl on your deck.
13. (My favourite): You know which leaves make good toilet paper. (I recommend maple)
14. The item at the top of your Christmas list is "ATV," followed by "Shotgun."
15. If you see more than two cars in a row, you know the light had changed in the next town five miles down the road. (Absolutely true, I swear!)
16. There's more bars (pubs) than there are churches in town.
17. You have to pull your wife to work on a tobbogin, in winter.
18. The church's big fundraiser of the year, is a chicken and biscuit dinner. (A biscuit is a dry doughy roll, not a sweet, over here)
19. You find minus 25 degrees F, a little chilly.
20. You know four seasons: Winter, Tourist season, hunting season, and winter.
21. Your town's main winter attractions are municipal snow removal and pee-wee hockey.
22. You like to snowmobile drunk and naked at four am, down the middle of the state highway (Yes--I've seen it--don't ask).
23. You have a "terrorist hunting permit" (joke) sticker on your truck, and think George W. Bush is the best president this country ever had, and really do believe everything he told about Iraq and Sadaam and 9/11 is the gospel truth.
24. The colour of your pick up truck or SUV is unrecognizable through all the mud spattered on it.
25. You have at least five mounted deer heads in your living room--and one more in the john (loo).